Good Night Tuesday
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@greghartwick.bsky.socialGood Night Tuesday
@greghartwick.bsky.socialHappy Elephants Day
@greghartwick.bsky.socialNew Art Nouveau
@greghartwick.bsky.socialTuesday’s Cuppa
@greghartwick.bsky.socialTuesday’s Rose
@greghartwick.bsky.socialGood Morning Tuesday
@greghartwick.bsky.socialGood Night Monday
@greghartwick.bsky.socialSomething Weird
@greghartwick.bsky.socialLighthouse Art
@greghartwick.bsky.socialOne Word Prompt: Lace
@greghartwick.bsky.socialPink & Blue
@greghartwick.bsky.socialMonday’s Cuppa
@greghartwick.bsky.socialMonday’s Rose
@greghartwick.bsky.socialGood Morning Monday
@greghartwick.bsky.social“A thrush is tapping a stone
With a snail-shell in its beak;
A small bird hangs from a cherry
Until the stem shall break.
No waking song has begun,
And yet birds chatter and hurry
And throng in the elm's gloom
Because an owl goes home.”
—Gordon Bottomley, 1917 (Dawn)
@greghartwick.bsky.socialSunday’s Cuppa
@greghartwick.bsky.socialSunday’s Rose
@greghartwick.bsky.socialGood Morning Sunday
